Another day wasted as guest of the Empress, a wretchedly long tour of the breath-taking Boreal Falls, conducted as ever by the Lady Amilia. As if she weren't bad enough, an honour guard of soldiers, their breast-plates red in the setting sun, march ahead
of the procession and protect you from seeing anything unrehearsed. It's a dog's life being an Ambassador.

THE METEOR, THE STONE AND A LONG GLASS OF SHERBET
The Interactive Memoirs of a Diplomat
Copyright (c) 1996 by Angela M. Horns
Winning entry in the 1996 Interactive Fiction Competition
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WATLING STREET (in the cushioned basket)
The ancient paved road stretches for miles to the south, turning very slowly to the northeast along a mossy stone wall. From up here on your elephant's wickerwork basket, you're just level with the branches of the old Imperial hunting woods inside the
wall.

Having been stuck in this cushioned basket with the Lady Amilia every day for a fortnight, you're just desperate to get away.

The procession of elephants shuffles on, their enormous soles slapping onto the flagstones with a dull, regular boom.